Fallen From the Potter's wheel

an ungraceful fall from grace led me to where i lay filthy in this darkest place just a worthless lump of clay

will i stand? will i get up an walk? or will i lay here in the dirt covered in my sins bruised and hurt will i admit that i was wrong to Him who heals? because I've fallen fallen from the potter's wheel

whispers from a blackened past telling me, tying me where i lay "you deserve where you've been cast. you're nothing more than dirt and clay"

but will i stand? will i get up and walk? or will i lay here in the dirt letting others tell me what I'm worth? will i admit that i was wrong to Him who heals? because I've fallen fallen from the potter's wheel

(oh father hear me. can you forgive me?) (oh father heal me. can you save me?)

gentle hands reach for me as a voice begins to say mud is cleared so i can see "you're not just a lump of clay"

"you will stand. you will get up and walk. get up child from the dirt. to me you have so much worth. your wrongs have been forgiven and you will heal come with me, back to the potters wheel"

so i will stand. i will get up and walk. my sinner's is buried deep and now i see what i am worth God forgave me and helped me heal...

oh yes i will stand i will stand up and fight for i believe there is a worth in ever single person's birth lord open their eyes and let then see what you've done in me because i was fallen fallen from my potter's wheel

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